Dearest Mom,
I love you, and thank you for all that you have given me in life. I am fortunate to have had your eclectic personality, and your passion for helping people, instilled in me.
But come on. Couldn't you have kept the weak-ass, no good, bats-make-fun-of-my-vision eyes to yourself?
Love,
David
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Surgery, dude.
I think my vision is worse than yours, and the last time I went to the eye doctor she told me that they correct vision as bad as mine with Lasik.
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